by Eden Rose
The man went to lick her wrist and I got a closer look at her. Savannah was wearing her bathing suit top and a pair of short shorts. Of course she looked amazing and I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and take her away. The music was loud but I did hear what she screamed at the guy.
"I am married, you asshole!" She flashed her ring and then shoved him out of her way. Hot damn. Who knew Savannah giving someone else attitude would get me hard as a fucking rock? I sure the hell didn’t. I adjusted my dick as I watched her be carefree and have fun.
I decided that I wanted to play a game.
As I got close enough to smell her hair, I snaked my arm around her waist and then turned her to face me. Her skin is soft and silky as I graze my fingers over her midriff. I know I shouldn’t feel her up with the game I’m about to play, but touching her… Made my dick jump and dance in my pants. My boxer briefs began to get tighter as they stretched to accommodate my erection.
With my lips directly on her earlobe, I whispered: "Hey, beautiful. I heard you tell that man you were married. What kind of married are you?" I winked at her and she winked back. I brought our hips together to start our own dance and once she got into it, I got harder. Way too hard to be in public. My hand slipped down her ass and my other hand held onto the small of her back. Savannah took one of her hands to grab my neck and pushed my face close to hers. I felt her breath down my cheek. And fuck me, if that is not the hottest thing.
"Well sexy, my new husband left me in a different country so he could play games with men," she slurred as she wrapped her hands around my neck. "So I guess you can say I can play around."
"Are you tipsy?" The only reason why I asked is because Savannah's eyes were hooded and she was falling into me. She nodded and then got closer to my ear.
Her hot breath and sexy lips kiss and sear my skin. "Shh, don't tell my husband that I am flirting with you. He is a jealous man," she nibbled on my earlobe. "He has guns and knives. But don't worry, this could be our little... secret." She licked my neck before she said the last word.
As I pulled her closer to me she purred. "So tell me a little bit about your husband. What does he do for a living?"
"Shh, I am not supposed to tell. Its a secret!" Savannah giggled in my ear and gripped her fingernails into my neck. "I think he is Batman!"
I am way too turned on to be in the middle of the bar. Her chest peaked out of her swim suit top that barely covered her nipples. She was lucky I wasn't here when she decided to put this on, because I would have told her to change. Her short shorts were so low, that I could put my finger on the seam of her ass without touching the fabric. Fuck. I need her now. "Do you want to go some place private, vixen?"
My new wife is a very curvy woman. I love that she is comfortable enough to wear what she is wearing because she looks beautiful. Yeah, I don’t like that all of these jokers got to see what she has, but, she’s still hot. And all fucking mine. Her full hips are just barely covered and her ripe ass is pressed underneath the fabric of her shorts. My mouth waters while thinking about getting her out of this tiny outfit. It shouldn’t be fucking legal.
"Yes. Yes, I do. However, you can't tell anyone! He will kill you! Where do you want to go?" She put her whole body on me and squeezed me. "Let's go to the bathroom."
Savannah
Vincent gripped his hands on the small of my back while I brought my lips to his. I grabbed his hand and led him towards the bathroom with an extra switch to my walk.
When we walked into the bathroom I took his mouth. "You are such a good kisser. Oh, by that way... What is your name? My name is Katie." I love that we are playing the "I don't know you" game because it’s hot.
Plus, it reminds me of the first time I saw him in the bar. It’s a turn on that he got to pursue me this time because I did it the first time.
"Cenzo," he pulled me into a stall and closed the door. Within a matter of seconds, his hands were all over my body and his mouth kissed me in a bruising kiss. He must have grown hands because everywhere he touched made my skin spark.
And let’s just say, I’m feeling electrocuted.
I moaned as he took my shorts off and touched my sex. Vincent, or should I say Cenzo, was still very dressed, so I grabbed his belt buckle and undid it. Once his belt was taken care of, I unzipped his pants to free his dick. Wow, his dick was so hard and looked very powerful. He’s always shaved and I love feeling him against me. Skin on skin contact is fucking amazing. I slipped my hand into the hole of his briefs and pulled his dick out. My mouth watered and my sex clenched all at the same time.
He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slammed into me. There was no mercy in his thrusting since it was so hard. My moaning was getting out of hand as my release ripped through me. Vincent thrust himself into me so fast, that if it weren't for the stall wall, I would have surely have fallen. In and out he went and I clenched my muscles around his dick to hold him in longer. I didn't want him to pull out all the way. It felt so good that he filled me completely.
"Be quiet, love," he whispered against my lips. Vincent's hands wrapped themselves under my thighs and he held me against the stall wall. "Mm, baby. You feel so good."
I screamed out and then I begged. “Cover my mouth! Please!” He shook is head and then kissed my neck.
“I haven’t heard you in a few days and I want to hear you get lost in pleasure.”
My back arched and I tried to match his movements with my hips. I gripped his back with my nails and he growled in my ear. His pelvis lightly met and rubbed against my clit causing me to seek an anchor. Making love to him like this always makes me feel as if I’m going to float away.
"Slow down, I want to savor this," I moaned. He was going so fast that I felt all my nerves in my hole were set on fire. Explosions were breaking through my body and I felt everything. His hands that gripped my thighs, his dick as it plunged into me, his bruising kisses. "I am going to come! Oh shit! I am coming!" My release felt as if I were caught in a wave and my whole body tightened up in order to stay where I am.
Vincent moved so quickly in me that I could pass out. He felt so good and my skin was burning. "Fuck! You are so tight!" By growling in my ear and biting my neck, he slid out of me. After setting me down, he asked me, "So, does your husband do that to you? Make you come three times and give you goose bumps?" His finger trailed up my arm and I put my shorts back on.
"No, he is too busy playing cops and robbers!" Vincent laughed and pushed me back into the wall.
"Cenzo is dead. Vincent is back. Hello, you look stunning tonight," he brushed his lips against mine and grabbed my hips. "I must say it was hot watching you take body shots."
I opened the stall door and straightened out my hair. I’m almost positive that my hair is all crazy from Vincent pulling on it. Once we walked out of the bathroom, I felt my cheeks burn from my post - orgasm ride. "When did you come back?" I had no idea that he was on his way back to Mexico, but I was happy that he was here. "Can we go back to our honeymoon now?" My heart began to gallop as I thought about what he was doing while he was in New York. I want to be on my honeymoon with him. Not with Anne. This is our time to be selfish and to love on each other. We do that all of the time, but not in such a beautiful hotel.
"Of course, my love. Did you want another shot?"
"Yes!"
Anne and Ronnie were huddled next to the bar making out. They looked so adorable. Since she is pregnant, she was shooting club soda out of my cleavage. It was so much fun taking the body shots off of each other; and the coolest thing about it was that we did not pay for any of our shots.
Vincent didn't tell me about what happened in New York and I didn't ask. Tonight I wanted to be a normal couple that is having fun at the bar.
He stuck his hand in my short pocket. The pocket he was in held my money. As Vincent pulled the money out, he held it out to me. He quickly counts the hundred dollar bills before asking me why I had it. "Baby doll, why do you have five hundred dollars in your pocket?
It’s not safe to have that much on you."
I wrapped my arms tighter around his waist. "Jack wouldn't let me buy these designer purses that were in the hotel. He said they were fake and not worth it. However, I knew that they were fake! But they looked real and they were only fifty dollars." I whined in his ear and the alcohol that I have consumed is to blame. "Can you hold onto it for me? I don't want to lose it.” I’m past the point of drunk. Hell, I’m so much more drunk after the quick screw with Vincent than all of those shots.
"It’s okay, my baby doll, we will get you a purse." He slipped the money into his wallet and winked at me.
I don’t allow myself to think of the difference between Joel and Vincent. Honestly, the two shouldn’t be allowed in the same sentence. However, I can’t help but consider the true differences between them. Where Joel would spend a few days berating me for being so careless with money- Vincent just embraced it and winked. It’s total night and day between the two. Sometimes, my head feels like it’s caught in a tennis match.
"Come dance with me," I yelled in his ear as he got himself a scotch. He held his drink out to the side and I walked with our bodies as one.
Before responding to me, he drained his scotch and sat it on the ledge for the empty drinks. "Okay, love," he followed me over to the dance floor and we danced so close together that we forgot we were in public. It felt so good to be so close to him. Vincent held my left hip and with the other hand he gathered my hair into a fist. He used my hair as a way to bring my face to his so he could give me a breathtaking kiss. Our fronts were bruisingly close and I felt as if I couldn’t get close enough to him.
During our dance, I slipped my hand in Vincent's pants and jerked him off. Since I am mean, I didn't finish him off. I wanted to see what he would do all hot and bothered.
"You aren't playing fair," Vincent whispered in my ear as I turned my back on him to grind my ass into his hard dick.
"That's the point."
I spun on him and shook my bikini clad chest at him. He growled and grabbed my body to mesh with his.
*
I awoke the next morning in my hotel room with Vincent holding me to him. The sound of the waves sounded amazing that I closed my eyes to fall back asleep. Housekeepers who cleaned yesterday, sprinkled the bed with rose petals on the bed and it was very romantic making love on top of them. That is something we have been doing a lot; making love. I love it.
We lay in silence and grazed our fingers up each others arms for a long time that morning. It felt divine to just be close together. The rose petals have stuck to our sweaty skin and have dyed the sheets pink and red. I lost track of time until I heard someone at the door.
"Hold on, baby. I will get the door," Vincent let me go and walked to the door in his briefs. His ass is so sexy and my mouth watered as I watched it walk towards the door. The man can fill out a pair of briefs beautifully.
Even though we had like six rounds of sex, my sex grew wet as I watched him in his briefs.
I feel as if I just got him back and I needed to spend as much time with him as possible. "Tell whoever it is to go away," I whined and twirled in the sheets.
Vincent opened the door and stepped aside.
"Vans?" Shit, it’s Anne and Ronnie.
I growled and scoffed at the same time. I’m about to stab someone. This is my time with Vincent. "What part of honeymoon don't you two understand? Your legs are supposed to be in the air and you screaming from an orgasm."
"John called me, Moretti." Vincent looked at me and then back at Ronnie. "They found his body."
"Who’s body?" Anne asked. I patted the side of the bed for her to climb in. It was obvious that she just woke up since she was still in her pajamas.
"You didn't tell her?" Ronnie was nodding towards me and I shook my head.
"Baby doll, we can talk about it later. Let's enjoy our honeymoon. We have two days left. Let's make the most of it."
At the mention of only two days left, my chest tightened. I’m not ready to go back and I’m not ready to let the real world in. While we are alone in this room, we get to be just us and I love it. There’s no one else that is barging into our time and it’s peaceful.
Ronnie dug something out of his pajama pocket and held it in his hand. Since I am a curious person, I found this interesting since it looked like a jewelry box. I raised my eyebrows at him as he fingered the box.
"What do you have there?" I asked him while sitting up in my spot.
"It's something for my beautiful wife," Ronnie walked over to Anne and presented it to her. "I am so sorry for leaving," he handed the box to her. "I love you."
Anne held the box in her hand and used her other hand to touch Ronnie's cheek. "Don't be sorry, honey. I love you too." She opened the box and screamed. "This is gorgeous! Thank you."
"I want to see!" She turned the box my way so I could take a look at a beautiful ankle bracelet with peridot stones. "This is beautiful! Vincent, did you see this?"
Vincent was leaning against the dresser with a smug look on his face. "Um, I more than seen it." He laughed and walked over to the side of the bed where I was at and reached into his pants. "I am very sorry, my love. Please forgive me," he handed me over a box too.
I opened it and was faced with an ankle bracelet that looked like Anne's but mine had pink sapphires. After moving it in the light, I noticed that the stones were in a heart design.
I felt many things and I wanted to voice them. However, I wasn't sure how to go about it. The bracelet is gorgeous and amazing, except he shouldn't get me jewelry to make himself feel better for messing up. I don't want a "I feel guilty gift so I am going to buy you something expensive to make myself feel better."
Anne and Ronnie were talking to each other and Vincent was kneeling in front of me. He looked expectantly at me and I didn't know what to say. After a few beats of my heart I looked up at him from the bracelet.
"Vincent, this is stunning. I love it... But..." Vincent's eyes narrowed and his jaw ticked. "I just don't want you to think that you need to get me something every time you do something to make me angry. It takes away from the special feel that I get. I just don't want to get a gift from you and then wonder what you did wrong. Please don't do that again."
Anne coughed and Ronnie looked at Vincent. "Ouch, man. That stung," Ronnie snorted. "You don't feel that way, right?" He was now addressing Anne. While she shook her head, he took the bracelet out of the box and placed it around her right ankle. "Let's go get some lunch, guys. Anne, sweetheart, let's go change," he extended his hand and she took it. "See you outside of this room in ten." With that they were gone.
"I am sorry, Vincent. I don't mean to be cold." He climbed into the bed and put his arm around my waist as he pushed me out of his side of the bed. "I really do love it. That is awesome that Anne and I have similar ones." I laid my head on his chest and I still held the box in my hand. His fingers lightly ran over my hair and caused me to shiver as they pressed into my skin.
"No, you shouldn’t feel sorry about this," his hand rubbed my waist and his accent was thick. I hoped I didn't make him too angry. "I never want you to feel like I am trying to buy your love. I just want to spoil you and that isn't because of what I do. Its because I can. When I go into a store and see something that I know you will love, I want to get it for you." We laid there until our door was knocking again. "Come on, let's get dressed."
I flipped my legs to the side of the bed and held the box out to him. "Can you put it on me?"
Vincent
I knew I had to be on my best behavior for the remaining time on our trip. Savannah voiced her concerns over me trying to buy her love and it made me question the validity of that. Was I trying to buy her forgiveness? That seriously wasn’t my intention.
But in the back of my mind, was that what I was trying to do?
While she dressed in an off white halter dress that flowed down past her knees, my breath caught. I dodged a bullet by coming back and I know that I won’t
receive another “get out of the dog house” card.
Fuck.
And then Rossi had to come in and open his big mouth. He’s stepping out a lot lately. That is private business and I don’t want my wife to know that I killed her ex-husband.
Especially not on our mother fucking honeymoon.
Shaking my head of thoughts of stabbing my friend, I walk up behind Savannah and place my hands on her “grab me” hips. She shivers and I rub my nose down the column of her neck. “Let’s skip lunch.”
She shakes her head and presses her ass into my groin. “I would love to but someone beat my lady bits to pieces last night and this morning.”
“Who would do that?” I ask being coy.
That giggle she just did, gets me every damn time. “An animal in an Armani suit.”
I growl into her neck and bite down. “I will show you animal, baby doll. You just wait.”